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Warnings from the dead. Or Solemn admonitions unto all people
Warnings from the dead. Or Solemn admonitions unto all people; but especially unto young persons to beware of such evils as would bring them to the dead. / By Cotton Mather. ; In two discourses, occasioned by a sentence of death, executed on some unhappy malefactors. ; Together with the last confession, made by a young woman, who dyed on June 8. 1693. One of these malefactors.
printed by Bartholomew Green for Samuel Phillips, 1693
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Oh! Glorious God, who dost Improve. The Son of thy Vast Love, To be a Saving Prince unto Them who to Him shall go. Thy Second Person took on Him Mans Nature, to Redeem Mens Children from all Sin, and from The Plagues which thence do come▪ He having Done thy Will, Resigned Himself to every kind Of Blows, from thy Enkindled Wrath Inflicting Hell and Death. This past; That Just and Humble One Revived, and took His Throne: All, That my Soul, may Live, and I Each Lust may Crucify. ⟨image ?⟩Now is He Able by His Merit, And Willing with His Spirit, To Succour them, that in Distress At His Word Him Address Pity! Dear Lord: some pity show, By Him, to Me that Go Sad all the Day, because a Slave Poor, Me vile Devils have. Let Him, I beg, O Let Him be, Priest, Prophet, King, to me; And of my Soul-foes make me more Than a brave Conqueror!
Oh! Glorious God, who dost Improve. The Son of thy Vast Love, To be a Saving Prince unto Them who to Him shall go. Thy Second Person took on Him Mans Nature, to Redeem Mens Children from all Sin, and from The Plagues which thence do come▪ He having Done thy Will, Resign'd Himself to every kind Of Blows, from thy Enkindled Wrath Inflicting Hell and Death. This past; That Just and Humble One Reviv'd, and took His Throne: All, That my Soul, may Live, and I Each Lust may Crucify. ⟨image ?⟩Now is He Able by His Merit, And Willing with His Spirit, To Succour them, that in Distress At His Word Him Address Pitty! Dear Lord: some pitty show, By Him, to Me that Go Sad all the Day, because a Slave Poor, Me vile Devils have. Let Him, I beg, O Let Him be, Priest, Prophet, King, to me; And of my Soul-foes make me more Than a brave Conqueror!
Such Thoughts as these leisurely and thoroughly prosecuted, will Nail thy Lust unto the Cross of the Lord Jesus Christ; and let •me tell thee, there is no way to Mortify a Lust, but by Hanging it, on that Blessed Cross]